DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS (but that would be so cool!) or any of its characters, but the story it mine.

As McGee and Ziva were leaving the NCIS building, they felt a sudden jolt. The elevator stopped suddenly and all the lights immediately turned off.

"What the…" McGee muttered, wondering how something like this could happen.

"McGee, did you hit the switch?" Ziva asked him, cornering him in the tiny elevator.

"N-no, Ziva…why would I do that?"

"Just to annoy me. Which is not a smart thing to do, might I add. I am a trained assassin." Ziva backed away and turned around. She banged her fist on the elevator door, as if it would somehow magically open.

"I'll try to call Gibbs," McGee said, pulling out his iPhone. "Hmm. No service. Weird."

"It looks like we have no way in," Ziva said, leaning her head against the cool metal wall.

"Out. No way out, Ziva. We are in. There is out," McGee said, pointing towards the door.

"You sound like Dr. Seuss."

"So, it looks like we might be stuck here for a while…" McGee said, sitting down against the wall. "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Nothing," Ziva said. She knew what McGee would end up talking about - either he time spent at Saleem's terrorist camp, or Tony. She wanted to talk about neither.

"I was just trying to-" McGee started, but he was interrupted.

"I know, Tim. I am sorry," Ziva said, looking him in the eyes. "I just figured…that you would talk about Saleem…or…or…"

"Tony? Actually, I was meaning to ask you something about him," McGee said, not making eye contact. "Do you find him…more…annoying, now? It seems like ever since you've gotten back, he's been different. Not annoying, really…just…different."

"Yes, McGee, I have noticed that." Ziva always noticed everything about Tony. He was her partner, her best friend. But lately…she had begun to think of him as more than that. She wanted him to be more than that.

"Why do you think he's acting weird?"

Ziva sighed. "Me, Tim. It's me."

"What do you mean?" McGee said, confused about what Ziva meant. "How is it your fault?"

"McGee, are you turning into a therapist or something?"

"No, Ziva. I'm just trying to be a friend. I'm here to listen."

"Well, then I suppose I will talk. Tony told me, 'I guess I couldn't live without you' when we were in Somalia. He called me 'beautiful' last week," Ziva said, pausing. "It seems our brother-sister relationship is turning into a husband-wife relationship."

McGee was stunned. All along he had been suspecting something to happen between Tony and Ziva. He knew they cared for each other. He suspected that they cared a lot for each other. Now, Ziva had confirmed it. "Ziva, I think he loves you," McGee said, backing away. "Now, don't go all crazy-Mossad-ninja on me. I think he does, Ziva. I really do."

Ziva nodded, tears coming to her eyes. That was all she had ever wanted. To know that Tony felt the same way about her that she felt about him. Now, all she had to do was get out of this stupid elevator, and go find the man she loved. "Thank you Tim," she said, giving him a hug. "Thank you."